However now the court decides
The presence of a ringer
Upon the bench, all truth derides,
A bee without a stinger.
Trust in the verdict of the Court
May not now be assumed:
A ringer works right will to thwart,
With justice nigh entombed.
His name is Gorsuch. Hear ye! Hear ye!
All rise and walk away.
Disorder in the court! How blearily
Keen judgment falls away.
The people voted (if not all)
For lies instead of truth,
Dishonesty as ought appall
Disgraceful and uncouth.
If truth so sorely be esteemed,
The court’s a verdict-flinger
Sans principle—so unsupremed
By virtue of a ringer.